It's summer. The flowers are blooming with bright pink flowers. The grass is growing greener (well, at least in other people's yards). The sun is setting later in the evening and Hot weather is near. But this year, summer's heat also brings a rude awakening.
And so it begins....the "journey," that is. That's survivor-speak (or so I've learned) for people living with cancer. It is not a journey we planned to take. In fact, we don't even know where we're going. It may be a long journey and it won't be fun. But funny things will certainly happen along the way. And we hope to share them here -- not only the funny things, but the good, the bad and, now and then, the ugly.
Actually, the journey began just over a couple weeks ago, June 28th to be exact, when my wife, Denise, unintentionally grazed a lump in an area of her chest just below her left breast. When she mentioned to me that evening and showed it to me I could feel it, but even scarier, I could actually see a small marble shape just under her skin.
"Where the hell did that come from all of a sudden?" I asked out loud.
That's where it began. On a typical summer day in June. And just weeks later I'm using words like "journey". And "climbing my mountain of hope".... Ahhhhhh!
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